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Watch out! I’m about to come out - sort of anyways.

This Sunday I am doing the Wax and Ice booth the Libido Lounge Exploratorium. If you’re local to Vancouver and want to attend this wicked cool event put on by a certain activist that I know…well, come on out. I’ll be the redhead brandishing candles.

My lovely Wordpress stats have just alerted me to the fact that I’ve been nominated for the “Best Of Blogs” competition. Very flattering! As much as I’d dig being the proprietress of an “award winning blog”, I just don’t think I should be on the list. Why? Well, I’m pretty sure these awards are supposed to bring much needed traffic to guppies in the blog-o-sphere, which is not really me. So fair readers, here’s what I want from you: go check out the other nominees (in the Sex Blog category - duh!) and consider voting for one of them. Gracias!

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Urinal

We are outside and my skin is cooling in the timid morning air, metaphoric steam rising from burning bruises on my breasts. This part of town if awfully quiet at such a wee small hour in the morning; just the thud-clack-thud-click of the occasional car on the nearby bridge.

There’s a lull in the conversation and so he takes my hand and leads me inside; through doors punctuating strong grey walls that hold up high and proud ceilings. Our footsteps echo up the walls, restrained clatter resonating through the wide open spaces making up the building.

“Watch your step.” He says, nudging me into room off to the side. Its the washroom – the Men’s one at that. I know this because there are two urinals mounted on one wall.

In a flash, I am pushed up against the wall of the stall. He’s on me – lips, fingers, elbows, boots – and he’s undoing my calm swiftly and expertly. I push back, enjoying the corresponding surge in the force applied onto me. I sigh and moan as my flesh valiantly resists the pressing fingers, earning red patches that will later develop into deep purple bruises. I start to giggle, even though nothing is really all that funny.

Slam! I am now up against the wall, beside the urinals. I glance down and see that the one nearest is not exactly fresh and shiny. It’s gross - for sure - but that doesn’t explain the chill running down my spine, making my toes clench in curious anticipation. His hands release my jeans, sending them tumbling down to the ground, spinning me in the process and slamming me again into the wall.

In this position he consults with me – weaving sweet images of filth and depravity quietly in my ear. His body presses onto mine, ensuring my cheek is smashed against the wall, ensuring my flesh is yielding beneath his touch. His hands have brushed aside my panties by now – throwing them as well to my ankles. His fingers find my labia, grasping and pulling sharply, purposefully and sustained. My knees threaten to buckle - maybe they even do. It doesn’t matter anyways, I’m not going anywhere while pinned against this wall.

He spins me again, slamming my back up against the wall. His eyes hit mine and I catch the telltale shine of his smile. He pushes into me with one hand while he stops to look me up and down. Squinting he pulls me to the side slightly, slamming me again into the wall while centering me above that urinal. His hand travels to my neck, fingers spanning across it with ease and pressing lightly, holding me upright and in place. He smiles a determined smile and lets his eyes lock onto mine as he undoes the buttons of his fly.

Leaning into me, he finds my hand and guides it to his cock, gently squeezing my fingers with his before moving his hand away to steady himself against the wall. His face moves close to mine as he leans in and breathes heavily in my ear. And then there’s this pause – he holds his breath for a moment and I subconsciously hold mine. The silence cuts through the room like a hot knife, filling the air with pregnant tension and anticipation.

He’s so warm to my fingers and I feel this throb. Not a pulsing throb, but a burst – like a wave the never ends. The silence is punctuated all of a sudden by the splat-clack-spat-clack of his piss hitting the cake in the urinal. I feel the coldness of that urinal pressing up against the back of my thighs in a stark contrast to the lukewarm droplets splashing back from his stream. In my ear, he lets his breath go in a long, slow, clattery sigh. His exhale seems to catch, over and over again, and his inhale happens sharply and with a moan.

Huh-huh-huh-huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh – ffffffffffff-ooooooooooohhhhhhh.

The sound of relief, I suppose you could say.

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Eco Sexy Kit

You know, as gift packs go, this is the coolest one I’ve ever seen. Not only is the name catchy – the products are both excellent and useful. I’m generally not so much of a fan of gift basket concepts – thing is, I’m a bit of a control freak and I’m pretty picky about what I buy – its rare that a selection has me thinking “Fuck yeah, I want ALL OF THIS STUFF. I’m so happy it comes as a package deal.” However, Babeland’s Eco Sexy is such a kit.

In A Nutshell: This is a great kit with wonderful products that would probably enhance just about anyone’s beside table. Even if the kit isn’t for you, I would suggest looking into the individual products - I doubt they’d disappoint. Five Stars!

What’s Awesome: Just about every thing in this kit is awesome – not only are the products great, there are nice little touches like the book of matches that really make this one classy gift box.

What’s Not So Awesome: If, for some reason, you didn’t want all of these products, then the kit probably isn’t for you. If you’re not into scented massage oil, the candle won’t be what you’re looking for, and the Layaspot is not extremely strong.
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The Delight

Babeland has come out with this list - the Babeland All-Star Sex Toys, in honour of its 15th anniversary. On that list of the 15 best sex toys of all time is a relative newcomer - the Delight. This little number from Fun Factory promises a lot - and as it turns out, delivers solidly on those promises.

In A Nutshell: Ladies and gentlemen, my cunt has a new best friend. Allow me to introduce you to the “Delight”, the latest and greatest in rechargeable vibrators from the German company Fun Factory. This is no lame ass rabbit or clunky plug-in vibe! The Delight is a rechargeable, dual stimulating vibrator - and worth every penny of its $150 price tag.

What’s Awesome: Waterproof. Rechargeable. Dual-Stimulating. Quiet. Strong. Generally, everything about this toy is totally awesome.

What’s Not So Awesome: The Delight assumes certain dimensions in the placement of its gspot stimulator and its clit nub, which may not fit everyone exactly right.

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One From The Vaults: “Fluid”

I keep seeing this post in my site statistics - the spam bots seem to like it. I do too. And, perhaps you will as well…

Fun Fact 1: “The Kid” is what I used to call Roi, as I couldn’t think of anything better. It always bothered me that I had such a strong creative block over giving my love a moniker.

Fun Fact 2: I wrote this on the evening of my 24th birthday.

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Fluid

“Where are we going?” I asked, getting but a shrug in return. He parked in a lot slightly off the beaten track. We got out and trotted across a grassy slope. The grass was wet and cool and tickled my feet in my flip flops. It was long - to be cut in a few days I’d wager. The dew made my feet slip around a bit on my thongs.

A hop skip and a jump later, we were skulking around the back garden of a big performance hall. Flood lights illuminated funky decorative trellises running up the building, creating strange shadows and that “Gotham City” effect. There was a bench sitting facing away from the sunset and landscaping, and towards the building and delivery dock.

“How about here?” The Kid asked.

“Are we going to fuck?” I asked in return.

He didn’t really answer and instead told me to drop my shorts and sit down. As you wish. Then he dropped to one knee and told me to spread my pussy lips.

He ate me..sucked on my clit…fingered me…generally did a great job of it. I came hard, biting my lip hard to contain the squeals.

We walked a bit, came to a good ledge at chest height. I bent over, hanging onto railings on the ledge, as he fucked me from behind, my pussy squirting and convulsing around his cock. I was wet, my pussy hair dewy like the grass. I was nowhere near satisfied.

At home, I straddled him on the couch, panties pushed aside, nipples visible through my sheer black bra. I wiggled and giggled and got sopping wet. We moved to the bedroom, he bent me over and fucked me, pulling out to come all over my lower back with a sigh and a grunt. I love watching from that angle - looking back, seeing his hand shaking, his cock pulsing, his head thrown back, his mouth agape…

I asked him to rub it into my skin - which he did. When he finished, I grabbed a towel and wiped his brow. We kissed and he smiled sheepishly at me.

A few minutes later, I walked over to him and stuck out my ass. Up went my hand and down *smack* loud and satisfying on my bum cheek. There was a slight sticky noise when my palm broke contact with my cheek. I giggled and raised my hand again, lowering it harder and harder as I counted to myself “1…2…3…4…5…6…7…” and then I stopped. The Kid, watching me almost proudly, made appreciative noises.

“Look at my cheek.” I said to him.

“Its all red.” He said, grinning like a Cheshire cat.

My pussy was…no, sorry, IS drenched. Satisfied, yes, but it still could do with seconds. I love Sundays.

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